Siluria was quiet, standing tall as she held onto her branching staff; adorned in horns, and clad in heavy, old armor- the color of fallen leafs. The knight was guarding the remains of a long forgotten comrade, but for her it was a haunting memory if her failure. Siluria was staring out at the gloomy, death ridden land before her; the Deeproot Depths that caked the underground in fifth and ruin.

Yet, the sounds of footsteps disturbed her quiet somber, but the knight stood motionless still as it grew closer. Then suddenly, two bright wings burst from her back; lighting the area in an odd golden warmth that contrasted the surrounding decay.

"Halt." The Crucible Knight's voice boomed with a since of authority, as if her old title still meant something in these forsaken lands. "Wherefore art thee h're? Begone with thee!" The tone was stricken with a bitter ice, and slowly her towering figure turned to grace the mysterious stranger.